Page 70 of Little Mate

“I need more.”

“You need what I give you.” And I do just that, forcing my cock through her tiny passage with unrelenting speed until she’s on the tip of her toes. For each whimper I speed up, for each demand I bring us down until she cries, body strummed tight and just the smallest punch forward makes her shake. “Always trust me to know your body and take care of your needs. Your desires and wants are my priority.”

Bringing my thumb to my lips, I lick the tip and then circle her back entrance. For a second, she tenses, not in fear or the thought of pain, but because she likes it. Knows she can come from the slightest touch there.

Something unintelligible comes from her, but I focus on my shallow thrust and the clenching of her back entrance. The ring of muscle gives way there and she moans, her legs weak.

She wants more.

She wants to feel me stretch her ass.

“Spread yourself for me.” Gabriella does as I ask. Reaching back, she parts her cheeks and offers her last virgin hole. It’s a dark, rosy pink, so small and tight. “You’re the only heaven I’ll ever experience, and the home I’ll come back to each night. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I’m wet from her juices, but it’s not enough and I let a string of my spit fall over the puckered hole and spread it with my engorged head. Each pass goes in a little deeper, her body relaxing under my touch until the head slips in and she freezes, a pain-filled whine leaving the back of her throat.

“Do you want me to stop?”

“More.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Sensitive. It tingles,” Gabby gets out from between clenching teeth. “I’m so close it hurts.”

“Then let me take care of you.” One hand gripping her hair and the other on her hip, I push inside the fisting channel until I’ve bottomed out. The muscle of nerves doesn’t stop its contractions, clenching in time with the pulse of her heart.

“Fuck me.”

“With pleasure.” There’s no holding back or pausing to see if she can handle me. However, Gabriella proves just how much of a perfect match we are when reaching back, nails digging into my hip, she urges me to keep moving. She’s right at the precipice, just wanting to fall. “Come for me. Now, pretty girl.”

The hand on her hip travels to her pussy and cups her as I stroke in and out, dragging every ridge against her sensitive walls, then slam back in. The cadence of our flesh meeting is a beautiful symphony accompanied by the cries of pleasure of my mate.

Pretty girl comes for me on the fourth punch of my hips, her pussy bathing my hand in her wetness while the tightening of her hole milks my cock with constant pulses. She truly is my heaven.

Immediately after the last tremor leaves her body, she’s limp and fighting to keep her eyes open. Adorable. Picking her up, I carry us back inside and straight for the tub to relax a bit. The warm water and the scent of berries fills the room; I bought this bubble bath because it reminds me of her.

Always sweet. Juicy.

I sit with her between my legs and enjoy the peace she brings.

No noise. No one needing anything from me.

That is, until my sleepy-eyed mate looks back at me from over her shoulder. Dangerous creature. “That was the most amazing tour of a home, my love. Does the showing of the grounds come with the same service?”

“Any time you want.” Can’t help but smirk. So much one can do while out in the open and alone.

Roleplay for one.

“Good.” Then she gets a pensive look. “And how long is this—”

“Three days.”

“Seventy-two hours without interruptions?”

“Yes.”

“Gods, you’re perfect.”

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